“Fuck, you’re soaked. And so goddamntight.”
He lifts me onto the stone ledge of the hot tub in one motion, never breaking eye contact, never letting go of my hair. He yanks my thighs open, pulls the flimsy fabric aside. Then he starts working me with those fingers, deep, rough, curling just right.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growls, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. “For me to drag you out here and finger fuck the brat out of you? They’re searching for you everywhere and you’re out here half-naked in the open begging to be fucked!”
I moan, head falling back, arching into his touch, the sun still hot on my face, the open sky above us.
“Do you want to be punished, you fucking idiot!”
His fingers thrust rougher. My legs shake, trembling uncontrollably. My hands claw at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, desperate for more, for him.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Yes,” I gasp in desperation. “God, yes. I want you to—”
Too late. I break with a sob, clenching around his fingers as he drives me straight into release, my whole body shaking, convulsing on the hot stone. The orgasm rips through me, fierce and all-consuming, leaving me gasping, thighs trembling, the stone damp beneath me.
He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent. Then he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, slow, dirty, eyes never leaving mine.
“You think I’m done with you? I’m just getting started. Lie down on your stomach. Now.”
My breath catches. I hesitate—
He grabs my chin. “You wanted attention, you fucking little tease. Now you’ll get it.”
I turn and obey, heart thundering.
He grabs a towel from the table, tears it into long strips, and binds my wrists behind my back—not tight, but firm enough that I can’t move without his permission.
He grabs the thin fabric of my bikini bottom and drags it off.
Then the first slap lands on my ass.
Hard.
Not brutal. Not enough to hurt.
Just enough to make me gasp.
“This is for teasing me,” he growls. “For deliberately disobeying my rules. You’ll learn not to test my patience with all your goddamn questions. If you’re going to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”
Another smack. Then another.
I moan. Arch. My thighs press together.
He chuckles low.
“Youlikethis,” he says. “You like being punished. You’re dripping wet.”
“I—I don’t—”
“I’m going to show you what happens to brats who try to manipulate me.”
He flips me over, arms still bound behind me. He roughly spreads my legs wide, throwing one leg over each shoulder.
Then drops to his knees and buries his mouth between my thighs.
I scream.
